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Text: Entertainment Analysis
Editor: Entertainment Analysis
This article is a short story and the content is purely fictional
Please watch rationally and do not sit in the opposite seat
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Giving roses, hands have fragrance, and the warmth of sending charcoal in the snow is like a ray of sunshine when others encounter difficulties.
Reach out and help within your ability, so that each other can work together in the wind and rain.
You will find that your act of kindness has become the warm sun in the hearts of others, conveying endless warmth and strength.
In the middle of the night in August 1988, a storm struck and turned the otherwise flat country road into mud.
In this pouring rain, a young man was drenched in the rain and hurried away in embarrassment.
His name is Sun Dawei, 25 years old, and he is an ordinary worker in a small factory in the county seat.
Sun Dawei was born in poverty, he has been working in the fields with his parents since he was a child, he has a strong physique, but his mind is not willing to be ordinary.
After graduating from high school, he came to the county to work, hoping to save enough money to build a house and marry his daughter-in-law as soon as possible to live a good life.
Five years have passed, and he has finally scraped together enough money to return to his hometown to visit his parents.
He came out too late, and there was no car to go back, so he had no choice but to walk back on foot.
At first, it was fine, but who knew that the distance was only halfway through, and suddenly there was a heavy rainstorm like lightning and thunder.
In an instant, he was drenched into a soup chicken, but he stubbornly thought about going home and insisted on hurrying.
Who knew that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was angry and the rain was penetrating his thin clothes, Sun Dawei was cold, and his teeth couldn't stop chattering.
Suddenly, he looked up and saw a house filled with candlelight, like a warm light in the darkness, which gave him renewed hope.
Sun Dawei hurriedly ran over and knocked on the door, and after a while, there was the sound of footsteps, and then the door opened.
The door was opened by a clean-looking and dignified woman, who looked about her own age.
She looked warily at the embarrassed stranger in front of her, her eyes full of doubt.
Sun Dawei hurriedly explained what happened to him tonight, and he encountered a torrential rain on the way home, and he had nowhere to hide, so he just wanted to be able to take shelter from the rain here.
The woman's eyebrows were full of pity after hearing him, she led Sun Dawei into the house, and when she saw that his clothes were soaked, she went to the house to find a men's dress, and said softly: "This is my deceased husband's clothes and pants, you can change them first." ”
It turned out to be a young widow who had recently died and was raising a young child alone.
Looking at the stranger Sun Dawei in embarrassment, the widow remembered that her deceased husband had worked so hard outside like this, and she couldn't help but feel sad.
The widow handed her deceased husband's old clothes and trousers to Sun Dawei, who took them with trepidation, turned around and went into the back room to change clothes.
He took off his wet clothes and put on the slightly oversized men's garment, which was folded very neatly, and it must have been carefully preserved by the widow.
After changing his clothes, Sun Dawei came out of the back room and stood in front of the widow.
Just now, he was still a down-and-out image, but when he changed into plain clothes at this time, he also showed a clean and neat heroic spirit.
When the widow saw this, she couldn't help but look at him twice, for he looked like her dead husband at this time.
The widow hurriedly said, "Sit down and rest, and I will get you some hot porridge to drink." ”
As he spoke, he entered the kitchen, and Sun Dawei heard the faint sound of dishes inside.
He sat down at the table and looked around at the simple and clean farmhouse.
The furnishings of the house were simple, with only a table and a few small benches, a small stove, and a statue in the corner, presumably the widow's deceased husband.
Sun Dawei saw a basket next to the fire, in which some female red and yarn were placed, it seemed that this widow was doing these small jobs on weekdays.
After a while, the widow brought a bowl of white porridge and a few side dishes that she could take at hand.
Sun Dawei thanked him with trepidation, and the widow said that he was too polite, and sat down across from him.
The two of them ate their dinner relatively speechlessly, only hearing the sound of the porcelain spoon touching the wall of the bowl from time to time.
Sun Dawei felt very uncomfortable, and secretly looked at the widow's side face.
The widow did look quite young, about twenty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a very delicate countenance, except for a slight trace of vicissitudes at the corners of her eyes.
Sun Dawei guessed that her husband should be a very generous man, otherwise how could there be such a virtuous wife.
After a simple dinner, the widow began to clean up the table, and when Sun Dawei saw this, he quickly stood up to help.
The widow saw that he was young but very sensible, and she couldn't help but feel a little more fond of him.
"Where are you from?" The widow asked as she cleaned up. Sun Dawei hurriedly replied about his family background and origin.
My name is Sun Dawei, I work in the surrounding county, I have been working outside for a few years, I have saved some money, I want to go home to see my parents.
The widow nodded, her expression gloomy. "You're still young, it's right to come out and work. My poor husband was also ...... back then" At this point, her eyes darkened, as if she had some regret in her heart.
Sun Dawei saw her depression and hurriedly asked, "What does your husband do?" How to ......"
"He's a migrant worker who works on a construction site." The widow took over the conversation, her eyes drifting away, "Last year, there was an accident when a steel bar rolled off the shelf and hit him ......"
At this, the widow's voice was a little choked, and her eyes were a little moist. Sun Dawei looked at her and didn't dare to ask more, so he could only wait for her to ease her emotions.
The widow wiped the corners of her eyes and said in a calm tone, "No way, providence is so, it's just that I was about to give birth when he had an accident, and I raised our children alone after he died." ”
When Sun Dawei heard this, he suddenly felt a sadness in his heart. Thinking of the young and beautiful widow in front of him, the burden of life was so heavy.
At this time, the widow also seemed to realize something, and she looked at Sun Dawei wearing her deceased husband's old clothes, and her eyes suddenly became a little stunned.
She seemed to see something from the past replaying before her eyes.
"At that time, I often saw him come back in this dress." The widow muttered to herself, as if in a trance, "Covered in dust." ”
Her eyes dimmed, and the look on her face made Sun Dawei not see it very really.
At this time, the widow suddenly stood up, and the widow stepped forward and pulled the sleeve on Sun Dawei's arm, her eyes were gloomy but with an indescribable complex emotion.
She muttered to herself: "I don't know what kind of oil stains are on this sleeve, I always counted him back then, and asked him to come back next time he was cleaner......"
As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously rubbed a few times on the oil stain, as if she were caressing a precious relic.
Sun Dawei only felt an indescribable melancholy spreading in his heart, he never thought that a simple old clothes and pants could evoke such deep feelings in people.
The widow's hand lingered on her sleeve for a moment, and her eyes began to blur, as if she had been thrown back to some time and space.
After a long time, she sighed softly and withdrew her hand. Sun Dawei looked at the side of her face, and saw a crystal tear slip down the corner of her eye, roll over the bridge of her handsome nose, and finally fall silently to her lips.
This scene was like a hammer slammed into Sun Dawei's heart, as a young man, he never really understood the impermanence and regret of life.
But now, the silent tears of this young and beautiful widow are like a transparent mirror, allowing him to see the merciless side of love, life and time.
"I'm sorry...... I, I didn't ......" Sun Dawei looked at the widow's side face, stammering and wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.
Such scenes are so heavy and intimate that a stranger like him never seems to be able to participate in them.
The widow did not respond, but hung her head and covered her face with her hands. At that moment, a child's cry came from the bedroom, breaking the silence.
The widow seemed to wake up from a start, and hurriedly got up and walked towards the bedroom, "It seems that this rain will not stop for a while, so you can live here in peace tonight!" ”
After the widow went to comfort the child, she did not come out for a long time. Sun Dawei sat alone in the room, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He never imagined that a seemingly ordinary old shirt and pants could evoke such a deep emotional resonance.
The widow's silent tears were like a sharp knife, piercing his naïve perception of life and life.
The sound of the rain outside gradually became quieter, and only the sound of ticking remained. There was silence in the room, save for the occasional crackling of firewood in the fireplace.
Sun Dawei sat there cramped, not knowing what to do.
Just then, the opposite door opened, and the widow came out with a sleeping child in her arms.
She looked exhausted, but there was still a hint of kindness on her face. She put the child on a small bed and took one last look at him, before turning to Sun Dawei.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." The widow said, and sat down at the table again. Sun Dawei hurriedly said that it didn't matter, and at the same time cast a pity look again.
The widow seemed to see through his eyes, and smiled faintly: "Don't pity me, I've survived." It's just that sometimes because of some hours it reminds me of him. ”
She looked at the portrait on the fireplace, and a smile finally appeared on her face: "You know, he never took care of himself when he was alive. ”
"When I got home, I threw that dirty overalls aside, and I always counted him down and asked him to wash and dry his clothes......" her voice trembled slightly.
Sun Dawei looked at her, and suddenly had a strong resonance, although he had never experienced the pain of the death of such a loved one, but he had a personal feeling for the warmth in this kind of small things in life.
For a while, there seemed to be a wonderful spiritual fit between the two.
Everyone has the right to keep their memories, and I fully understand that for you, this old dress and pants carries not only the breath of your husband, but also the bits and pieces of your marriage over the years. “
"Life is often the little things that seem ordinary, but they can best reflect the weight of love."
"Like you said, these oil stains, this old smell, they connect the bits and pieces of your husband's past."
"I can feel the deep warmth in it, and I can also feel the nostalgia you feel for him."
Speaking of this, Sun Dawei's eyes became extremely firm: "Although you and I are just strangers who meet on a narrow road, tonight I have personally experienced the attachment to your relatives in your heart." ”
"I sincerely hope that you can take care of your health, raise your children well, and inherit your husband's expectations."
Sun Dawei's sincere words touched the widow's heart, and she stared at the young man's determined eyes, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
For a stranger, David Sun showed a rare sense of empathy and understanding.
He not only understands the widow's attachment to her deceased husband, but is more willing to treat this old dress and pants with the most pious attitude.
"Thank you......" The widow's voice was a little choked, and she nodded slightly, indicating that she knew Sun Dawei's intentions.
The young man's empathy warmed her already numb heart.
At this moment, the firewood in the fireplace suddenly cracked and broke, as if to remind something.
Sun Dawei looked at the widow's side face, only to see her expression move, and suddenly came back to her senses.
Sun Dawei said to the widow: "It's not early, you should rest early!" ”
After that, she blew out the candle in front of her and covered her face and entered the house, Sun Dawei could clearly hear her sobbing.
After she left in a hurry, she left Sun Dawei alone to sit there, with mixed feelings in her heart and at a loss.
He instinctively realized that his arrival tonight seemed to have unexpectedly awakened the most painful memories in the hearts of the family.
That night, Sun Dawei lay on the soft mattress and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
Thinking of the widow who lost her husband and raised this child alone, Sun Dawei had mixed feelings in his heart and empathized with the experience of this family.
He still wanted to help the widow in his heart, and as soon as the sky was slightly bright, he got up and found a pen and paper, left a letter for the widow, and put 300 yuan in the letter.
One is to thank the widow for taking him in on a rainy night, and the other is to hope that the widow can cheer up, come out of the haze of losing her husband as soon as possible, and raise their children well.
Then Sun Dawei put the letter and money on the clothes of her deceased husband, who had already been folded neatly, and quietly left her house.
When the widow woke up early in the morning and found the letter and 300 yuan left by Sun Dawei, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
Although the burden of life took her hard, this heartwarming act of kindness gave her courage and strength.
She realizes that despite the heavy blow that fate has given her, there are still many kind people in the world, which gives her hope and courage in life again.
The widow was strong enough to wipe away her tears, determined to create a better future for her children.
She used the 300 yuan to open a small fruit stand, and with her diligence and friendly attitude, the business became more and more prosperous.
Gradually, she was not only able to raise her children well, but also saved a sum of money.
Years later, the child was admitted to college, and the widow became a respected person in the community.
Many years have passed, and Sun Dawei often thinks of the widow who was willing to take him in on a rainy day.
He believes that with hope and kindness, even the darkest days will eventually see the light of day.
Her story has inspired many people to see the beauty of life and the power of helping and loving each other.
This work is a short story, and the plot is purely fictional, and if there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental. All people, places and events are artistically crafted and are not intended to offend or disparage any individual, group or organization.
Art comes from life, but it is higher than life, the plot of the article is accidental and one-sided, just to increase readability, without the purpose of attracting people's attention, can not be generalized, can not rise to reality, the ultimate purpose is to make readers understand, to achieve the purpose of advocating positive social energy, no vulgarity and other bad guidance.
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